"They're not magical. They're not dead. They're - ill. The last stage of the plague sees men and women so ill that they aren't themselves. They're aggressive, sickly, and will attack anything that moves. They - " He pauses. "They have blood running from their eyes. Hence the name."
He couldn't agree more. "There was no cure for them, not even from Sokolov."
He stretches out his legs and slouches a bit. "I've kept two of the rats from that flood. Never thought I would have them so close, but they're useful little things. And they don't have the plague."
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He stretches out his legs and slouches a bit. "I've kept two of the rats from that flood. Never thought I would have them so close, but they're useful little things. And they don't have the plague."